"Might as well, right?" Robin remembered that some guy had talked on the network about working at the Hocus Pocus but she couldn't recall his name. They had never met, either, so she couldn't go by what he looked like. Oh well.
She leaned against the bar and waved to get a worker's attention, but whoever ambled over to serve them was clearly not all there. Robin gave a shrug and placed an order for a scotch, then waited for the others to follow suit before she turned to them both. "Nothing better than alcohol to cure romantic woes."